You were a smart girl - just smart enough to realize that college was a bit of a scam. Accumulate thousands in student loan debt, suffer through four years of constant stress, and come out the other end with shitty career prospects and barely any money. No thanks. You might have been forced by your parents to go here, but by god, you were going to weasel your way out of wasting too much time at this glorified money pit of a university, and you knew exactly how you were going to do it. All it'd take was membership in a particular club.
The Bimbo Club wasn't actually that popular, at least in terms of people joining. Not a ton of folks lining up to get their higher reasoning functions turned to mush. But that was exactly what you wanted; worst case scenario, you'd no longer be forced to go be Smart Little Ruby, and best case scenario, your natually impressive intelligence might mean you ended up being pretty average brain-wise. If not, then hell with it, you'd be getting a smoking hot body out of this whole thing. Not to mention, that perpetual virginity was going to come to a screeching end.
Not too surprisingly, the booth you were looking for was hot pink, manned by a ditzy young woman in a pink dress who clearly had a lot more going on in each of her massive tits than anywhere up in her head. Perfect. Her eyes trailed up from something she was struggling to read as you approached, and instantly you could tell she was thinking about kissing you. "Hey there honey!" she called out sweetly, "Do you wanna join our club? Or just, like, hang out?" Right to the point - one had to at least appreciate how direct a bimbo could be.
"Yeah, actually, I want to join you guys," you replied, confidently smiling.
"Oh, we don't have no guys in the club! Just us girls!"
...alright, you kind of hoped you didn't end up this dumb. Might be a bit much. "Oh yeah, totally, sorry!" You threw up your hands and shrugged. "I want to join you girls. Being a bimbo, it just seems so fun, y'know?"
There was something like a squeal from the young lady, her blonde hair and heavy tits bouncing as she stood up. "Ohhhhhhhh yesssssssss! Emily, like, totally said I wouldn't get anybody, but I did!" She reached out and grabbed your arm, giddy with excitement. "I'm Becky! What's your name?"
"Ruby. Ruby Alan."
"OhmigoshIloverubiesohthatissocool!" She started dragging you back behind the booth, through a curtain that hid the room immediately behind her. "Come on, we gotta like, get you into the club! Ohhhhh you are gonna love it so much, and I bet you're gonna be so hot!"
"That's the plan, yeah," you agreed, biting your lip as some nerves started to kick in. The area Becky led you into was a bit lighter on the pink, but still had plenty of decorations you would expect for a space maintained by sexy airheads. A few other club members were present, either in various stages of making out or immediately looking over to eye you up. Curiously, not all of them looked quite the same - pink, blonde hair, and general sexuality were common themes, but they were a far more diverse group than you expected in terms of shapes and sizes.
The reasoning behind why there was so much variety to the bimbos became evident as Becky brought you over to a bench with several rows of perfume bottles. "So like, you gotta choose which sorta bimbo you're gonna be!" She gestured wide to the bottles, puffing out her chest on reflex as she did so. "You can be like, a normal bimbo like me, but there's also gym bimbos, and sports bimbos, and we even have one for making you a gamer bimbo now! You just gotta pick one and spritz, and poof, you'll be all sexy like us!"
Huh. You had expected to be walking out of here as the stereotypical hourglass blonde in a tight hot pink dress, but it seemed you had options. So many possibilities danced around inside your mind - said mind would soon be empty, but when it vanished, what kind of searing hot body were you going to have?